Xavior, looking around in his room, was very certain he had Ira's phone number laying around. "I need to call him soon. We haven't hung out much lately..." he said to himself. He looked into his ddesk drawer and found the note right in the middle on top of some old books he had stuffed inside, "Oh THERE it is!" He reached down and grabbed the note, but before he could read it he heard a sound and turned around.

It was Ira.

He looked.. hungry. Staring at him from the entrance of his room, eyeing him. He licked his chops, slowly, as he then got into a pouncing position.

"I-Ira..? W-what are you do--" Before he could finish, Ira leapt into the air, roaring out loudly.

He gulped as it felt like time slowed down for him for the moment. He realized something.

"I'm done for."



Sitting on the couch snoozing off Xavior for the night, he couldn't help but think to himself... he needs to do this more often.

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